Page 401 of Rogue Riders Duet
“Murderously.”
“Save it for tomorrow.” Alaina’s voice is sleepy. “I want to watch Mason take the dildo like a champ.”
“You’re all monsters.” I flip them off on reflex, because that’s expected of me.
The rest stays unspoken.
I’ve thought about being the bottom before, once or twice. Especially since I’ve been with Luc. Letting him top never scared me. If I’m honest, I’m looking forward to it, but I can’t just give in. He will never let me hear the end of it.
That’s why I floated the dildo idea in the first place.
Admitting that, though?
That would ruin half the fun.
“Tomorrow.” Luc yawns, massive and lion-like. “Pink dildo. Champagne. Orgy. World peace.”
“Sleep,” Finn corrects. “Then we’ll talk about your world peace.”
He stands, surveys his work—three world-class athletes reduced to blanket burritos—and nods to himself in satisfaction before flicking off the lights.
“Love you, idiots,” he mutters.
Alaina mumbles something that sounds like love you more. Luc snores, and I’m already drifting.
The pink dildo can wait.
Tonight, we’re just… home.
Finn’s mouth is hot on my neck, water sluicing down both of us, the weight of his body pressing me against the cool tile. His hands are soapy, sliding over my ribs, thumbs brushing the undersides of my breasts just enough to make me shiver.
I laugh into his kiss, tasting mint and him. “Missed this,” I murmur, fingers threading through his wet hair. “Missed you.”
“Same, baby girl.” He nips my bottom lip, then drops to his knees to wash my legs like I’m something sacred. I’m about to melt into the drain when—
BAM.
The bathroom door flies open, hitting the wall. Luc’s head pokes in, hair wild, eyes manic, towel barely clinging to his hips.
“Petite, stop blowing grandpa, it’s happening. Come quickly, he’s ready.”
Finn freezes, hands still on my thighs, while I try to blink water out of my eyes.
“Luc, what the fuck—”
“The pink dildo!” he hisses out, like it’s a national secret. “Mason’s on the bed, ass up, ready. I prepped him. He’s nervous. We need you. Now.”
Finn stands slowly, my gaze stuck on the water streaming off him as he groans. “You couldn’t knock?”
“Emergencies don’t knock, Papi,” Luc says, tugging me out of the shower. “Towel! Move! He’s gonna chicken out!”
I’m laughing so hard I nearly slip. Finn sighs and grabs a towel, following like this is normal.
Because it is normal.
This is us.
The lights are low, only the golden glow of the bedside lamp illuminating the room, and Mason is exactly where Luc promised. On his stomach in the middle of the bed, ass up like a goddamn offering.
